Nacho libre

Blame it on Mandy, who passed through the newsroom this morning with a can of Bad Byron's peanuts, which have been coated in a barbecue dry rub.

I was already, at that point, trying to decide where to go for lunch, and I started thinking about going to Uncle Sonny's Barbecue, so that I could buy a can of those peanuts for later.

As I drove up, I had decided to order the Tuesday special, a chicken quarter with two sides. But once inside the restaurant, I let my guard down and ordered the barbecue nachos.

These are heart disease on a plate -- barbecue, tortilla chips, salsa, grated cheese, lettuce, a side of nacho cheese sauce, and jalapeņos -- but they're absolutely delicious. I completely undid the SlimFast I had for breakfast this morning.